Seven

I was walking barefoot

On the blades of grass.

When I saw the castle

Made of tinted glass.

In the middle of the wilderness,

It was as big as a mountain.

Manned by dozens of guards,

Hiding behind the big fountain.

Soles soaked in dew and turf,

I ran towards the massive porch.

Amazed why I wasn’t stopped,

I entered inside with the torch.

A guard rushed behind me

And guided me to the hallway.

The elevator opened as I reached

And took me up to the skyway.

Charcoal clung to my feet

As I de-boarded at the terrace ground.

Chimneys were exhaling gases

And the air was fueling something foul.

I rushed back to the gate of lift,

But it wasn’t there anymore.

Alone on the suffocating roof,

I was frightened to the core.

Making my way to the edge,

I glanced down into the wild.

All but the castle was green,

I felt locked up and exiled.

Craving to go back again,

I climbed up to the handrail.

Gazed down at the giant oaks,

Helplessly I began to wail.

Longing to feel the nature,

I tempted myself into the distress.

If I had just ignored this castle,

I would’ve avoided a big mess.

With every second that passed

I felt more and more strangled.

The harder I was trying to breathe,

The more I was getting tangled.

Realized I’ve got nowhere to run,

I stretched my arms wide.

Dived off to embrace the earth,

I’d let the gravity be my guide.

Eyes shut for the final prayer,

I was hoping to land in heaven.

But then I woke up to the buzzer,

And my clock was striking seven!